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“I set the table.” Dayne announced his achievement with a grin, like he was five.

Dylan bit back,“Do you want a cookie?”

His brother waved a hand around the table. “Come. Have a seat.”

“The piccata needs ten more minutes to be thoroughly heated,” Danica added.

“I don’t mind eating it cold,” Dylan muttered as Erin was the first to head over to join his siblings. “Did we wake you, Dayne?”

“No, when I walked into the house, I could smell the food being warmed up.”

Dylan raised an eyebrow at him. “You were out?”

“Why are you surprised? I mean, if anyone should be surprised in this scenario, it should be me, brother.” Dayne jerked his chin at Ford and the lines at the corners of his eyes deepened. “Ford.”

“Dayne,” Ford returned the greeting.

“This an odd time to sit down for a family meal, isn’t it?” Dani asked, still amused at the situation.

“We’re only missing Mom,” Dayne pointed out. “Maybe we should call her.”

“Why the hell would you wake up Mom?” burst from Dylan as he approached the large wooden farm table.

“Maybe she’d be interested to see what her offspring were up to. Though, she’d probably be pleased we were sharing a family meal together.”

“So, do you think she wouldn’t care that you don’t roll in until two a.m.?”

Dayne pursed his lips and scrubbed a hand over his jawline. “I don’t think that’s what would catch her attention.” His gaze bounced from Ford to Erin and back to Dylan.

“It would be our sister’s delicious chicken piccata?”

With a smirk, Dayne answered, “Sure.”

“She’s already tried it,” Dani volunteered. “And she does think it’s super fucking awesome. As is everything else I make.”

“You direct the kitchen staff,” Dylan reminded her.

Dani shrugged. “Still my kitchen, my cooks and my choice of ingredients. Just think of me like a conductor of an orchestra. I might not be the one playing the individual instruments, but I guide the musicians.”

Dylan rolled his eyes.

“So, Ford… I’m assuming you won’t be late for work tomorrow morning since you’re already here?” Dayne, apparently already bored with the direction of the conversation, brought it right back to where Dylan preferred it didn’t go. Though, realistically, it would be impossible to avoid. He swore his twin didn’t even have a sliver of decorum.

“I’ll need to go home to change,” their facilities manager answered, pulling out a chair and settling in across from Dayne.

“You didn’t bring a change of clothing?”

“No.”

“So, all of this,” Dayne waved his hand between Ford, Erin and Dylan, “was simply an impulse?”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Of courseit hadn’t been an impulse. The only impulse decision was him asking them to stay the night. Dylan certainly wasn’t telling Dayne about the plan he and Ford came up with. It was none of his brother’s business, just like it wasn’t any of Dylan’s business who Dayne had hooked up with tonight. As long as there weren’t any guest complaints, it didn’t matter.

The resort was meant to be judgement free. Dylan also wanted the guests to be as open about their sexual desires, or their kinks and fetishes, as they were comfortable. He didn’t care what they did with their partners or other guests as long as everyone consented.

The goal was to have everyone feel safe with their individual choices. That should also apply to him and his siblings.

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